Bondage cartoon gets electric shock on her clitoris and bigtits

“You cannot mean for us...” Queen Hana shook her head, her dark curls spilling about her face, her eyes so wide. “Husband!” “What?” I asked, shaking my fut-dick at them. “Don't tell me you've never thought about me.” I licked my lips. “Never wondered what it would be like for the world's first futa to slip into your bed while your husband was away, Hana. Or was with Basira?” The older woman stiffened. No, older was the wrong word. Mature. Like me. I used to think someone in their thirties was old, now that I was nearing forty I knew how wrong that was. She glanced at Basira, the younger wife primping, nipples poking against the soft silk of her robe. “You've never ached to know what it would be like. You've heard of me. How women flock to me. Ache to be bred by me and my holy seed.” I slid my cartoon hand up my dick. I could feel the bead of hentai precum forming their, glistening. Hana's tongue flicked across her lips. “Yes, you have,” I toon said. “And you, too, Basis.” “I have,” Basira said. The younger woman threw open her robe exposing a sensual negligee below. Clearly, she dressed to please her husband. Her breasts were small handfuls cupped in the soft purple of the silk, a fuzzy fringe running along the seam. She pulled that off next, exposing her pale-dusky breasts, her brown nipples hard and long. “So many times. Come, Hana, this is what our husband wants.” “Filthy pig that he is,” Hana muttered, glaring at him. “Huh, Njam?” I arched an eyebrow. She was a lot more... expressive than I thought Arab women acted. Weren't they all supposed to be submissive to their husbands. But she had defiance burning in her eyes as her hands ripped at the ties of her robe. “If you can tame that one's tongue, I would appreciate it, Becky,” Njam said. Queen Hana snorted, thrusting off her silk robe to expose a pair of naked tits, their size artificially enhanced. Another shock. Her breasts had that overripe plumpness of silicone implants, masterfully done. They jiggled with her every anime movement. She hooked her fingers in the skimpy panties she wore, shoving them down. “I will fuck you, Becky,” Queen Hana said, stepping out of them, her pussy shaved as bare as Ayishah's. I thought Muslim women would have thick bushes. Even Basira turned out to be shaved, her pussy lips tighter than Hana's, the more mature queen's labia thrusting out thick from her plump animation vulva. I licked my lips in delight as Queen Hana sauntered to me. And I will make you mine.” The cartoon beers I downed at lunch make me feel immensely powerful, but I always get anxious before breaking bad news and I take deep, calming breaths. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Carrie found a new boyfriend Tim. I’d anime really fancied another session with the ‘fucking toon machines’, but daddy was more important. It’s all happening really fast, and I don’t even know if I am to blame, if I was an asshole like Nicole said, or if I animation should feel like it was all a bunch of bad luck.” She told me that since she was on salary, they expected her to work from 7am until 6pm Monday through Friday, with one hour for lunch and one week off a year for vacation. I was so proud of her. She still here and do you know her name?” - “Yeah sure, her name is Sissel and she's still here. “Hey, dad.” I waved to him as we entered, Nicole’s hand now out of mine. hentai